The world went denim-comfortable and natural in my generation. But after I was lucky enough to find someone who promised to be there with me through all the milestones, there was something that would anchor me at all the important life events.

It was the feeling of laying my head on the thick, rich-textured shoulder of a man’s suit jacket and smell the seldom-worn cologne. It made me feel chosen during slow-dances at weddings. It made me feel supported at funerals.

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